"Katherine Kerr - Deverry 06 - A Time Of Omens" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kerr Katherine)With a grunt of near-physical pain, Nevyn leaned back against the cold stone wall.
тАЬHow long ago were they killed?тАЭ тАЬOh, a ghastly long time.тАЭ Maryn looked half-sick at the memory. тАЬMaddyn says it was probably a couple of months. They froze first, he said, and then thawed probably just last week. The ravens have been working on them. It was truly grim. And all their gear was pulled apart and strewn around, like someone had been searching through it.тАЭ тАЬOh, no doubt they were. Could you tell anything about these poor wretches?тАЭ тАЬThey were Cerrmor men. Here.тАЭ Maryn reached into his shin and pulled out a much-tarnished message tube. тАЬThis was empty when we found it, but look at the device. I rubbed part of it clean on the ride home.тАЭ Nevyn turned the tube and found the polished strip, graved with three tiny ships. тАЬYou could still see the paint on one shield, too,тАЭ Maryn went on. тАЬIt was the ship blazon. I wish we had the messages that were in that tube.тАЭ тАЬSo do I, Your Highness, but I think me I know what they said. WeтАЩd best go down and collect the entire troop. No doubt weтАЩre months too late, but I wonтАЩt rest easy until we have a look round for the murderers.тАЭ As they hurried back to the broch, it occurred to Nevyn that he no longer had to worry about they needed to know. Even though Maddyn considered hunting the murderers a waste of time, and he knew that every other man in the troop was dreading camping out in the chilly damp, no one so much as suggested arguing with Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html NevynтАЩs scheme. If anyone had, Maddyn himself would have been the one to do it, because he was a bard of sorts, with a bardтАЩs freedom to speak on any matter at all, as well as being second in command of this troop of mercenaries newly become the princeтАЩs guard. The true commander, Caradoc, was too afraid of Nevyn to say one wrong word to the old man, while Maddyn was, in some ways, the only real friend Nevyn had. Carrying what provisions the dun could spare them at the end of winterтАЩs lean times, the silver daggers, with the prince and old Nevyn riding at the head of the line, clattered out the gates just atnoon. With them was a wagon and a couple of servants with shovels to give the bodies a decent burial. тАЬAt least the blasted clouds have all blown away,тАЭ Caradoc said with a sigh. тАЬI had a chance for a word with the kingтАЩs chief huntsman, by the by. He says that thereтАЩs an old hunting lodge about ten, twelve miles to the northeast, right on the river. If we can find it, it might still have a roof of sorts.тАЭ тАЬIf weтАЩre riding that way to begin with.тАЭ |
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